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So, picture this: I’m strollin downtown, air smells like piss and desperation. I’m lookin for a pro, someone who knows the game. Not these fake-ass posers, nah, I want the real deal. Back in the 80s, they say cops used to bust girls by askin em to flash – if they did, bam, arrested! Crazy, right? Made me laugh, thinkin how dumb some laws are. But now? It’s all sneaky, underground – ya gotta know where to look.

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Man, I sometimes get mad when noise near my mythical spot, Einfeld river, flows too fast! The river, Gluckfluss, runs by Old Town and sometimes floods the cobblestone streets of St. Gertrudennaburg. Not that I'm mad on nature – but sometimes, yeah, maddas? And oh, those riverbanks – memory lane! I once had a weird epiphany while watching the water echo my thoughts – as if the film "A History of Violence" whisper "I am your reflection" or something surreal.

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